During a recent chilly night at Sugarcube Corner, 23-year-old Rarity cupped a full mug of hot cocoa while secretly thinking about Saviour of the World Sunset Shimmer banging her into oblivion.

“I just don’t understand how she’s gotten so much hotter after being reformed,” she thought, before resuming a fantasy in which Shimmer wordlessly cornered her in the upstairs room of a large home and pleasured her into a quivering puddle of her former self. “It must be some sort of skin regimen.”

Bundled up in her little reading nook and draped in cashmere throws, Rarity continued to imagine a certain former unicorn and magical prodigy ripping the ugly-ass blankets to shreds as she drove her straight to pound-town.

“This is self-care if I’ve ever seen it,” she thought, before quickly resuming daydreaming about Sunset Shimmer’s celestial form going down on her for hours and hours. “I might start doing this all the time.”

In the future, Rarity plans on slipping on a pair of knitted arm warmers and drinking some tea while thinking about outfit designs for Shimmer, which almost always involve black lace.

“I might mix it up though,” Rarity pondered. “I do love Canterlot hot chocolate.”

“I also really loved Sunset Shimmer in biker’s leathers,” she added to the thought, before immediately pivoting to thinking about getting aggressively pummeled by the fiery redhead.

Although Rarity knows that she has to focus on other things, she just cannot get her mind off the idea of being ravished by the multiple-times saviour of their world.

“I’m gonna have to stop eventually and do something else with my free time,” she thought. “But for now, I’m just going to make chocolate chip cookies from scratch and paint my nails while picturing those stunning, angular cheekbones…just barely grazing my thighs. Whew!”